If others were questioning his article in this way, Fang Yingwu would have to roll up his sleeves and argue carefully. But in front of Mr. Shangge, he couldn't muster the courage and felt really guilty.
Although it is often said that there is no first place in literature, the old man in front of me is the only one in the world who has the capital to be the first, at least in the field of eight-part essay.
Even if Fang Yingwu boasts that he has been knowledgeable for five hundred years and has a high vision and a high spirit, he can only be resigned to the top achievements of a scholar like Sanyuan Prime Minister and cannot be dissatisfied.
Fang Yingwu could only lament his misfortune. Being despised by a big man like Shang Xianggong, he had no choice but to admit it. The difference in strength in the eight-part essay was as huge as heaven and earth. After being crushed, there was no room for resistance.
Perhaps his vision was too high, and he could not see any articles that were lower than the Jinshi level. Fang Yingwu comforted himself in his heart.
Mr. Shangge frowned and felt quite contradictory. Little Friend Fang was a man of top-notch knowledge and poetry, and he could not lag behind in talking with him, a veteran of three dynasties.
But the eight-legged essay he wrote is very unpopular, and the contrast is beyond imagination. How did such a weird person get educated?
Thinking of this, Mr. Shang made an insinuation and said: "Your Majesty is talented enough to be a high school scholar. Your family can be said to be the source of family education. You must have benefited a lot from your childhood."
Fang Yingwu immediately played the sympathy card and lamented: "My family is poor, with only four walls, my mother passed away early, and my father has been traveling all year round for fame.
Therefore, I only learned a few words from social studies when I was young. The rest of the time, I had no money to study with famous teachers or read many books, so I could only hang out in social schools and study on my own."
Shang Xianggong suddenly understood and felt that the mystery in his heart was solved. It turned out that little friend Fang had been studying Dharma like a herding sheep since he was a child. He was born in a pure wild way. No wonder his knowledge was mixed and not like the orthodox way.
Besides, if young people neglect discipline, they may not be able to endure boredom. They cannot calm down and do the work of searching for chapters and extracting sentences, let alone grinding out boring eight-legged articles. This is a common problem among many young people.
But from this point of view, this kid can really be called a gifted person. He can reach this level through random self-study. He is definitely not an ordinary person.
On the other hand, the merchant was not a prominent family in the county. Mr. Shang also came from a poor background. His grandfather hunted for a living, and his father worked as a lowly official for several years. The family was in a very difficult situation. Fortunately, the Yue family was good and supported him in studying hard at Xianju Academy.
Today's achievements are achieved.
Therefore, Fang Yingwu's narration about the difficult circumstances of his poor family aroused the resonance of Mr. Shangge, and he automatically imagined several scenes of firefly sacs reflecting the snow and digging into walls to divide porridge.
After briefly recalling his reading time when he was young and comparing it with Fang Yingwu, Shangge sighed. He put down his pretense of being the supreme literary leader and picked up the eight-legged essay written by Fang Yingwu again to read.
At the same time, I tried my best to restrain myself from pinching my nose, which is an action that hurts people's feelings... After reading it again, I can see some advantages, and I found that this article is not entirely without merit, but it still has merits.
After a while, Shang Xianggong put down the scroll and commented: "The diction is simple, the literary theory is innovative, and the literary style is free. It's just that the grammar is not good, it looks rough and messy, but it can still be carved."
"Thank you, Mr. Ge, for your teachings." Fang Yingwu saluted dejectedly, "I've been bothered for a long time today and I feel uneasy, so I'll say goodbye..."
Mr. Shang raised his hand to stop Fang Yingwu, "Wait a minute! This academy has just opened, and it's quite quiet. Before the Taoist examination, you might as well stay here to study. I will be responsible for your food and drink. As for home, I will take care of you.
You don't have to worry too much when someone goes to deliver a letter."
Fang Yingwu was so excited when he heard this that he almost danced for joy. He had a weak foundation, so having this kind of learning experience was a pretty good gilding! In the future, when talking about qualifications outside, he could claim that he studied at Shangge's old house.
Academy!
That night, a room was arranged for Fang Yingwu alone in the academy. But Fang Yingwu tossed and turned excitedly, what will happen tomorrow? Will the Shang Xiang Guild teach him directly? If so, this is the best in the world.
Master, you can't find it even with a lantern!
It wasn't until the third watch that Fang Yingwu managed to fall asleep and had several good dreams in a row.
The next day, with the sound of roosters crowing, a college servant woke up Fang Yingwu and handed him a piece of paper, "The Prime Minister has ordered that this is the topic. I ordered you to write according to the topic in the morning and finish it before lunch.
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"Oh, don't you dare disobey me." Fang Yingwu took the question respectfully. Is this the pattern of doing the question first and then talking about it? After a simple breakfast, he started drafting on the desk in the room.
Afterwards, he spent a whole morning, racking his brains to write an eight-part essay that conformed to the standard style, and handed the manuscript to Shang Xianggong's study.
Mr. Shang took the manuscript and picked up a piece of paper from his hand, "This is a new topic I drafted this morning. Take it and compose it and finish it before the deadline for dinner."
Are you still writing? Fang Yingwu felt his head was heavy. He spent all morning to finish one article. Just when he felt relieved after completing the task, he didn't expect another question to come immediately.
Writing eight-part essays is not like writing essays. It requires picking out each sentence one by one, which is very laborious. But Fang Yingwu did not dare to disobey Shang Xianggong's instructions, so he had to accept the new topic with a grimace. After lunch, he quickly returned to
room, forcing myself to sit down and start thinking hard again.
In the evening, Fang Yingwu finally finished his second article. After a day of intense mental work, he was already dizzy.
He reluctantly dragged his tired body to Xianggong Shang's study and handed in the manuscript. However, Xianggong Shang took out another piece of paper from his hand and said, "This is the topic I have drawn up in the afternoon. You will start writing after dinner. It is due to be updated three times a day."
It’s done in time.”
And...what else? Fang Yingwu stood still, his whole body numb. Shang Xianggong urged him several times, and Fang Yingwu woke up slightly from his dementia.
He took the question again in a daze and read it several times before concentrating enough to barely take the question into his eyes.
Concepts such as breaking the topic, taking up the topic, and starting the speech can't help but pop up in my mind...Immediately it feels like my chest is exploding, and I want to squat on the ground and vomit.
Painful, very painful. Fang Yingwu wanted to drop the subject, break out of the academy, and run away directly home. But then he thought again, it was his opportunity to study at Juanju Academy, how could he just become a deserter?
Then you won’t forgive yourself!
Perhaps today's encounter is a test of Mr. Shang's character and determination. If he becomes a deserter, he will completely lose this opportunity, so he must endure it.
Think about Zhang Liang studying at Huang Shigong in ancient times, didn't he have to go through it again and again? Maybe great people have this habit of teaching, just get used to it.
With a firm belief in passing the test, Fang Yingwu mustered up strong willpower and continued to burn the midnight oil after dinner to write today's third eight-part essay.
Before he knew it, he fell asleep on the table. He didn't know whether he finished the article or not.
The next day, when it was still rooster crow time, the college boy woke up the half-asleep Fang Yingwu at the door and handed him a stack of manuscripts without explanation. "These are the two manuscripts you wrote during the day yesterday. The Prime Minister has already
After the modifications and annotations are completed, you can use it to figure it out yourself."
Fang Yingwu felt happy. It seemed that today he would not continue the life of writing until he vomited yesterday. Instead, he would focus on explaining?
But I heard the handyman say again: "There is another question. The rules are the same as yesterday. The Prime Minister requires you to finish the submission before lunch."
What? Still need to answer questions? Fang Yingwu’s head was buzzing, as if there were hundreds of bees circling around.
Finally, the handyman entered the room and took away from the desk the manuscript that Fang Yingwu had not finished writing the night before.
Fang Yingwu looked at the question in his hand and groaned, unable to spit it out anymore... The rules today are indeed the same as yesterday, there is still one question each in the morning, afternoon and evening, and they must be completed within a time limit.
This is definitely a test. You can only do three things. You cannot run away. I want to imitate Zhang Liang! Fang Yingwu gritted his teeth in a daze and kept cheering to himself.
But on the third day, I still followed the same rules, one article each in the morning, afternoon, and evening. At the same time, I got revisions and comments on the previous day's article, and took time to polish and figure it out.
Moreover, Fang Yingwu listened to the comments from the handyman, and it seemed that the rules would still be the same tomorrow, with no signs of changing. Is it possible that before the road test, Mr. Shangge only had to answer questions and write essays like crazy on his own?
In a daze, Fang Yingwu seemed to have returned to the time before the college entrance examination in his previous life. It was also an era of crazily doing questions. Every day, besides doing questions, he was still doing questions until the sky was dark and the earth was dark.
Thinking of this, Fang Yingwu looked up to the sky and sighed, God, are you kidding me! After traveling to the Ming Dynasty, do you want to go through this kind of cramming exam-oriented education again?
Fang Yingwu, who was unable to spit out the questions while doing the questions, came to the study and begged Mr. Shang: "Mr. Su'an, I want to read..."
Su'an is the senior name of Shangge. With the current relationship, it is not an exaggeration for Fang Yingwu to call him sir. Although reading is boring, it is still much more comfortable than writing three eight-part essays a day.
Shang Xianggong, who was correcting an article, raised his head, glanced at Fang Yingwu lightly, and scolded: "What book are you reading? Go work on your article!"
Fang Yingwu said sincerely and sincerely: "The classics are the foundation, the eight-part essay is just a craft of writing, and the eight-part essay cannot represent all talents and learning. You cannot abandon the foundation and chase the last."
Shang Xianggong chuckled a few times and retorted: "If you can't even write eight-legged essays well, how dare you say you are talented and learned? What's more, you already have a foundation in the classics, and now the Taoist examination is coming, so the top priority is not studying the classics.
When exploring, you should hone your skills."
After thinking about it, Xianggong Shang said again: "If your level is still not good enough after further training, don't take the Taoist test to avoid humiliating yourself."
Fang Yingwu, who was rewriting eight-part essays in succession, almost going crazy, gave up on himself and said: "Wan Sheng is at this level, and it is shameful to be embarrassed. It is reality to have a scholar. According to the rules, the county case leader must pass the test. If Wan Sheng doesn't believe it, there is no way out.
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Mr. Shang smiled and said: "Of course you are not afraid of embarrassment, but I am. Your Taoist examination article may be included in the list of subjects. If your shabby article spreads, I will be disgraced!"
What's your face worth? It's a grave sin to lose my face! So you'd better hurry up and hone your skills and don't waste time here."
Fang Yingwu's face was about to be turned into a sieve by Mr. Shang's complaints. He had a poisonous tongue, an absolutely poisonous tongue, a ruthless poisonous tongue. Is this still the kind and generous elder he knew?
Fang Yingwu finally figured it out. No matter what Shang Xianggong said, whether it was comforting, encouraging, or even resorting to provocative tactics, there was only one purpose.
Shang Xianggong's bottom line is extremely tough and unwavering - little friend Fang continued to practice the eight-part essay without fear of vomiting, and he continued to practice until he vomited blood.
Fang Tongsheng, who was almost drowned by the Tihai tactics, recalled the coffin-closing conclusion about Shang Lu in the history books: plain, simple and heavy, generous and tolerant, when big events come, he will make big decisions and never take them away.
He originally wondered how a person could possess two seemingly contradictory qualities: generosity and strong principles at the same time. But now he finally realized it. The only difference between the two is whether there is a goal worth pursuing.
"Has this always been the case before the Taoist examination?" Fang Yingwu asked still unwilling to give up.
Mr. Shang nodded: "Not bad."
Damn Zhang Liang, damn Huang Shigong! It turns out that this is not a deliberate test of xinxing, it is simply meant to torture people from beginning to end! After Shang Xianggong is reincarnated in his next life, he will definitely be the head teacher of the college entrance examination class five hundred years from now!
A few days ago, Fang Yingwu could never have imagined that his study life at Juanju Academy would be so painful, and that the long days and long nights would end without knowing when.